domestication, ten/rose, pg (for
stillxmyxheart)
The Doctor doesn’t do domestic. …Does he?
“Doctor,” she said quietly, her face perfectly serious. “If you don’t come out of there and help me clean right this moment, there won’t be any jammy dodgers tonight, and I won’t stay in for that French movie you wanted to watch. I’ll call up Sherine and go clubbing and
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This is adorable! I love all the little Doctor-isms you have in here, from the I-see-you’re-home-but-I’m-not-really-paying-attention-to-you nod, the box of spare thingamabobs, to eating Jackie's pie XD.
AND I'M SO HAPPY YOU'VE WRITTEN WHOFIC AGAIN! *huggles you*
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THIS IS FANTASTIC, BB. I love Rose doing the shopping and tripping over his trainers and getting all stern with him...
His head slowly reappeared, with all the manner of a guilty child. The Screwdriver was still in his mouth.
THIS IS THE CUTEST IMAGE, OMG.
The glitter glue bit made me giggle just a bit ridiculously, but this is so cuuuuuute *cuddles fic and runs away with it*
THANK YOU SO MUCH, DARLING, I'M SO HAPPY WITH THIS XD
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